*Note- This follows on from 'A Reunion to Remember', but four months have passed.*
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Ella's leg jiggled nervously, as she sat in Costa, sipping on a latte. The airport was full of people, as she sat watching the arrivals board.
Greg's plane was due to land in half an hour. It had been three months since they'd got together at the beach. Well, three months, two days and seven hours- to be precise. It had taken time for Greg to work out his notice period, pack up all his belongings and finally move back to the UK; back to Ella.
They hadn't seen each other during that time, but spoke on Skype everyday. Now, the day was finally here! Ella was due to collect him from the airport and take him back to hers for the weekend, before he moved back in with his parents.
She checked her watch again. Twenty five minutes until his plane landed. She was so nervous! She got her phone from her pocket, flicking through the news app to pass the time.
Fifteen minutes to go...
She checked the arrivals board again. She'd waited more than three months, but this last half hour was torture.
Finally, it was time for her to walk down to the arrivals gate to meet him. She stood impatiently, shifting her weight from foot to foot, drumming her fingers nervously against her leg. Groups of people started passing through the automatic doors, pulling their cases along behind them.
Ella scanned the crowd, but there was no sign of him. More people came through the doors, but Ella didn't pay attention to any of them.
Ten minutes had passed. Ella thought about asking someone if this was the right plane, when suddenly, a mop of untidy dark hair caught her eye. Her breath caught in her throat as he spotted her through the crowd, smiling straight at her.
Greg's pace quickened, weaving between people to get to her quicker. She ran towards him, wrapping their arms around each other, Greg lifting her off the ground slightly. Their lips pressed together hungrily and Ella found she was crying, tears silently falling down her cheeks.
Greg pulled back, brushing the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, kissing the salty trails they left on her skin. "It's ok. No more waiting, I'm home now." He whispered into her hair, wrapping her tightly in his arms.
Ella didn't know how long they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, crowds of people walking around them to get into the arrivals lounge.
She pulled away, smiling at him lovingly. "Shall we go?" He smiled back, taking her hand in his and pulling his case along with the other.
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The drive to Ella's went quickly as they chatted about his journey. Once they reached Ella's house, Greg unloaded his case from the boot while Ella unlocked the front door. She let out a deep breath, terrified of this next step they were taking in their relationship. Suddenly Greg was behind her in the hallway, wrapping his arms around her from behind and nuzzling his face into the side of her neck.
Ella relaxed against him, turning in his arms to face him. She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him towards her for a kiss. Greg kicked the front door closed with his foot, kissing her hungrily. He slipped one hand up the back of her top, desperate to feel her after their time apart.
Ella hurriedly unzipped his jacket, pushing it down off his arms and on to the floor. "I want you right here, right now..." Ella breathed against his lips. Wordlessly he started pulling her clothes off, kissing her hard, leaving a trail of discarded clothes along the hallway.
They were naked before they even reached the staircase. Greg couldn't wait any longer, pushing her back against the stairs, grasping her hips and entering her roughly. Ella gasped, using her hand on the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss.
Their tongues met, both trying to fill each other's mouth. Neither of them lasted long. Their primal urges quickly driving them both over the edge. They were panting with exhaustion, their bodies slick with each other's sweat. Greg took Ella's hand and pulled her up on her feet.
"Hey you.." Greg smiled, stroking the side of her face gently. "Hey yourself." Ella smiled back.
"I think, I should probably have a shower." Chuckled Greg, "I still feel grubby from the plane." "Sure, you remember where it is yeah?" Ella replied, gesturing up the stairs. Greg nodded, trailing his fingers along her waist as he passed her. Ella shivered at his light touch, watching him climb the stairs.
She scooped their clothes up from the hallway floor and took them upstairs, putting them in the dirty laundry basket. Then she went back downstairs to bring Greg's suitcase up. She sat on the edge of her bed and used an app on her phone to order a pizza, as it was gone 8pm and she could use a shower too.
Ella pushed the bathroom door open, just as Greg was stepping out of the shower. "Leave it running," Ella smiled, as she passed him to stand under the jet of hot water.
Greg stood in the bathroom towelling himself off, as he watched Ella shower. He still couldn't believe this was really happening, after all this time! He watched the soap bubbles run down the curves of her body. Ella turned to find him watching her. A quick glance at the towel he had wrapped around his waist, told her he clearly liked what he saw!
Smiling seductively, she ran her hands slowly over her soapy breasts, slipping one down further between her legs.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Greg murmured, his eyes never leaving her body. "Not today you haven't..." she smiled, turning under the water of the shower, to rinse the soap off. Ella switched the shower off and Greg handed her a towel.
He placed a kiss gently on her lips. "You are beautiful." He breathed against her, kissing her again. Ella smiled, playfully slapping his bum. "Get dressed Mr. One of us needs to be dressed when the pizza arrives! Your case is in my room."
Greg chuckled, walking back to her bedroom to find some clean clothes in his case. Ella quickly dried herself off and followed him in. Pulling a clean T-shirt and leggings from one of her drawers, just as the doorbell rang.
Greg went down to answer it, already dressed in dark grey jeans and a hoodie Ella recognised from their camping trip.
She dressed and headed downstairs. "Plates or straight from the box?" Greg asked. Ella shrugged, "Box. No washing up then." She gestured to the sofa in the living room, before heading into the kitchen for the beers. When she came back, Greg was flicking through the TV channels; clearly forgetting about the slice of pizza he had halfway to his mouth. Ella felt a warm glow spread through her as she sat on the other side of the pizza box, taking the slice from his hand and devouring it hungrily.
"Hey!" Greg laughed, pretending to pout at her. Ella licked her fingers clean and passed him a beer. They both settled back into the sofa, enjoying the beer and pizza, watching some run of the mill rom-com on the TV.
As the film ended, Ella glanced over to see Greg had fallen asleep. She turned the TV off, put the pizza box and empty bottles in the kitchen and went back to the sofa. She nudged his shoulder, gently calling his name to wake him up.
Greg stirred, stretching his arms up above his head. "Urgh, sorry hun, I didn't realise I was so tired!"
